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Bursts of black smoke, lifeless at a glance, this is not just a mess, but a real place of death. Scanning with the Eye of Delusion and Truth, it can be seen that there are traces left by the Death Dao Pattern everywhere.

The ground was filled with ravines, and blood flowed all over the ground. And the strange thing is that the blood has nothing but red, and there is no breath and life force that blood should have. It seemed that the red liquid was not blood at all, but the red water of the river.

In the eyes of the delusion and the truth, it can be seen that there are remnants of the blood path pattern in the blood, and the energy in it should have been drained by some means.

There is not a single live mouth...... After scanning the surroundings, Chen Weiming was secretly frightened again. He didn't believe that the battle would end so quickly on a battlefield with the Blade. But if it didn't end so quickly, there should always be a living eloquence, whether it was a person from the demon clan or a monk from Senluo Hell.

Drop your body and use your true qi to roll the corpse to look at it. After a closer look, I also came to a new conclusion...... The corpses had been drained of their strength, and had become a mass of flesh completely devoid of life.

Death Stripe ...... There is also a blood path pattern, if you guess correctly, the general who attacked here is practicing the blood path pattern supernatural power.

The battlefield is here, but where did they go?

Chen Weiming rose into the air, urging the Eye of Delusion to scan the surroundings, and finally found that the traces in a certain direction were the thickest, and immediately flapped the wings of the wind and flew towards that direction at great speed.

Along the way, it can be seen that there are more and more corpses, and the blood is getting thicker and thicker. A moment later, rushing into a valley, the Eye of Delusion and Truth glanced at it, and finally found a living mouth.

From a distance, the death path was entangled, and although the aura was already extremely weak, Chen Weiming recognized at a glance that the figure was the Immortal Knife.

After rushing into the valley where he was, the scene in front of him made Chen Weiming gasp again.

The sea of corpses and blood, the real mountains of corpses and the sea of blood.

In the past, these four words were a concept in Chen Weiming's heart, and no matter how many people he killed, he couldn't really make him feel this way. But the scene in front of me did it, and in this valley, the corpses were piled up into a large mountain, thousands of meters high, even exceeding the peaks around the valley.

Blood filled every crevice of the valley, like the sea, and even waves.

The Mortal Knife stood motionless on the corpse mountain, his breath was weak, and his back seemed to be frozen by time, if it weren't for Chen Weiming's eyes to break the delusion and preserve the truth, his weak life force could be seen, I am afraid that he would think that he was dead.

With that kind of environment, such a back, that kind of appearance, and all the breath, Chen Weiming suddenly had an illusion, the figure standing there was not only a dark sword, but also a ruler of the underworld, the king of dead souls, and the life and death of living beings.

And save ...... There must still be a ......

Chen Weiming shouted in his heart, and flew over eagerly, and was shocked when he went around the body of the Mortal Sword.

The Blade was unconscious, and he was able to stand not by any will or body, but because the long knife in his hand pierced through the corpse of a person, like a pillar supporting his body.

The man's face was full of horror, his expression seemed to freeze, and he could still see disbelief in his already godless eyes. Full of unwillingness, but powerlessness.

It's the general...... The Eye of Delusion and Truth could see that there were still remnants of the Blood Dao pattern in this corpse, and with this appearance, Chen Weiming deduced the identity of this corpse.

It was a bitter battle, one might even say a battle to the death, and the Mortal Sword did not have an advantage, and was even at a disadvantage for a while. The Jedi turned the tables at the last moment and killed the other party in an unexpected way, which is why it is like this.

Unable to think much about the situation, Chen Weiming hurriedly took the Dark Knife down from the corpse mountain, and urged a few pills to flow into his mouth after turning them into liquid with his true qi.

On the one hand, he contacted the Panshen Heavenly Palace, urging it to come here, and then used his divine sense to detect the situation in the body of the Immortal Sword.

When I looked into it, I was surprised again.

The blood is dry...... There wasn't much blood in the body of the Mortal Knife, and it was almost completely clean. The little blood left was locked in the heart and brain, so that some vitality was saved.

Monks, when they reach a certain level, can be physically damaged, and even lose their bodies, but the blood qi will even penetrate into the soul, and when the blood loss reaches a certain level, they will die.

On weekdays, the monk's blood regeneration ability is extremely strong, so this is almost never the case. It's also a shame that the Immortal Sword is a death path pattern for cultivation, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

With such an injury, Chen Weiming was also flustered, and he didn't know how to treat it at all. After thinking for a moment, he immediately cut his left hand, closed his right hand one by one, sucked out a large amount of blood, and condensed into a blood cell.

With one hand, he broke open the edge of the Stygian Knife and slapped the blood directly into it.

He is also a master of the six gods at the moment, and he can only hope that his blood can be absorbed by the other party.

When the Eye of Truth saw the blood fall into the stomach of the Blade, it stopped flowing. At this time, the Immortal Knife only had one breath left, and its vital functions were completely gone, and there was no reaction at all.

You can't die, you can't die......

Chen Weiming kept repeating in his mind, patting his dantian with one hand, and his true qi rushed directly into the body of the Immortal Knife. Stirring his own blood frantically, he used the sigil technique to evolve the Dao pattern of bleeding, manipulating his blood to pass through his abdomen, seep into the blood vessels, and then rush towards his limbs and bones.

It's a brutal treatment, and it's a desperate way to find no other way.

The external force urged the blood to swim through the limbs and hundreds of remains, and finally attracted the blood left by himself in the heart of the Stygian Knife to flow with it.

Once, twice, three times......

For three days and three nights, when the blood had been passively circulating hundreds of times, and Chen Weiming was about to lose confidence, the body of the Immortal Dao was shocked, and finally there was movement.

Blood began to absorb from all parts of the body, the heart began to beat again, and everything else began to regain function, and the cold body finally warmed up.

A life is back...... Chen Weiming let out a long sigh, he didn't know if there would be any big trauma, but as long as he was alive, there was hope.

He took out the immortal crystal, centered on the Immortal Knife, and laid out a small Yuan Qi formation around it, making the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi here dozens of times thicker than the surrounding area.

He melted a few pills and sent them into the body of the Immortal Knife, and then urged the True Qi to guide the blood and qi in his body to help him heal.

A few days later, the Panshen Heavenly Palace arrived, and Chen Weiming sent the corpse of the general of the Blood Dao Pattern into the Panshen Heavenly Palace, and then moved the Immortal Sword into it along with the Yuan Qi Formation.

I don't have the heart to pay attention to the situation of the war in other places for the time being, and I wholeheartedly heal the wounds of the Mortal Sword.

More than a month passed, and when the injury of the Mortal Sword was finally stabilized, a large number of monks rushed here.

There are demon clans, and there are also immortal clans. (To be continued.) )